It's weird, but I'm rolling with it, answering her questions in as close to a four-year-old level as I can figure out, and enjoying the humorous moments. Two of the funniest:
- Emily and I were looking at pictures of my dad before he shaved off his mustache. Emily exclaimed, “Grandpa used to have a mustache. Then it died. It lives with Heavenly Father now.
- The other day during bath time, she had one of her bath letters pretend to walk into too deep water in the pool and die. Then she had another bath letter pretend to be Jesus and bring it back to life. Rinse in still too deep water, repeat death scene. Again and again. At least I know she's been listening to our pool safety and FHE lessons, but I'm just crossing my fingers that she won't play that game in preschool.
Turns out, there nothing like your child resurrecting toys in the bathtub to make you realize just how big a role death plays in your theology.